The Blues players had no time to celebrate.

Matic immediately picked up the football from the net and ran back to the center circle.

Diego Costa waved his hands wildly toward the stands.

Stamford Bridge was no longer that quiet library!

The young Chelsea fans were shouting wildly.

"Chelsea!!!"

"Chelsea!!!"

"Chelsea!!!"

The score was narrowed to one goal, rekindling the hope of a comeback!

The Leverkusen defenders were suffering.

Their matchups were being crushed, making defense impossible.

Leno kicked the goalpost heavily.

He had played well tonight, but the defense was too weak. Even the peak super goalkeeper of Real Madrid, Navas, could not escape a crushing defeat when he returned to the Costa Rican national team.

Van Dijk patiently encouraged Jonathan Tah: "Don't lose your position, learn to retreat!"

Bender and Kramer felt guilty.

Ivanovic had easily crushed them in open play.

.....

VIP box.

Abramovich applauded vigorously, laughing and scolding: "Guus Hiddink, wouldn't it have been over if he had put Diego Costa on earlier? Remy and Pato are only suitable for second-tier leagues."

The staff nodded quickly: "The Chinese Super League's offer for Remy is 14 million pounds, paid in full in one lump sum."

Hearing this, Abramovich was stunned for two seconds, and said in surprise: "Do they not need to use their brains when buying people? They are really rich and stupid!"

The 28 million euro Ramirez, well, that's one thing.

Is Remy really worth 100 million RMB?

The staff added: "There is another Chinese Super League club that is very interested in Oscar, and the initial offer is 58 million..."

His tone couldn't hide his excitement.

Chelsea is not only a European powerhouse with zero debt, but its operating conditions are also very healthy.

If Remy and Oscar are sold to the Chinese Super League as a package deal, they can be used for two years for free, and they can still make a net profit of tens of millions of pounds!

Abramovich was silent.

After a moment, he said: "Tell Skaia to respect the players' own attitudes, Chelsea is not short of money."

Oscar is still very young, and even if he leaves Chelsea, his ability is fully capable of securing a starting position in a strong team in the top five leagues.

....

Sideline.

Old man Toppmöller urged Çalhanoğlu and Bellarabi to warm up quickly.

Chelsea's impact at this stage is very fierce.

The intensity of the match will be very high.

Leverkusen players will consume a lot of energy.

Substitutions must be made in the sixty to seventy minute range.

Dino was nervous and asked: "Boss, will bringing them on be useful? I suggest bringing on Papadopoulos!"

Old man Toppmöller shook his head: "It's hard to defend, we must release Lee! Play around him!"

On the other side.

Hiddink regained his famous coach demeanor.

He sat back in the coach's seat, crossed his hands on his chest, and smiled.

No instructions.

As long as Chelsea's players perform at their normal level...

A comeback? Isn't that a matter of course?

....

The match restarted from the center circle.

Kießling passed the ball horizontally to Son Heung-min.

The South Korean forward immediately passed the ball back to Lee Kang.

From God's perspective.

Diego Costa and Oscar launched a frantic press.

The "first line of defense" was formed.

Ivanovic rushed past the center circle again.

Echoing Willian, Oscar, Hazard, and Matic.

The "second line of defense" was no longer a sandwich.

At this time.

Mikel retreated, making up for the defensive gap on the right side.

The "third line of defense" moved forward steadily.

Mourinho's bus wasn't just for defense.

Chelsea's formation at this moment, in a crushing posture, domineeringly rolled towards Leverkusen's half.

....

Lee Kang ran back and forth in the backcourt, and in the gaps between passes, he had to support his teammates who were being pressed, and look for counter-attack opportunities.

To break through Mourinho's "second line of defense."

He needed to guide his teammates' runs.

But the current situation did not allow for this condition at all.

Leverkusen's players could not maintain a triangular space like the Spanish national team under high pressure.

When Chelsea's bus rolled to the forty-meter area.

A sudden change occurred.

"Oh, Bender's mistake!"

"Oscar easily intercepted the ball!"

"Chelsea's attack is coming again!"

....

The blue bus suddenly accelerated.

No complicated offensive tactics were needed.

Relying on the personal abilities of the midfielders and forwards, they could tear Leverkusen's defense to pieces!

Kramer, who came to help defend, decisively counter-attacked.

Oscar's passing angle was blocked.

He raised his right foot and knocked the ball behind him.

Matic came to meet the ball.

He possessed delicate skills that did not match his physique.

He didn't play any fancy horizontal passes or transfers, and didn't need to look for any flaws in the defense.

He swept his thigh.

The football went straight to Leverkusen's backcourt!

Because, Diego Costa was there!

....

"Having a strong top center forward makes the passer much easier."

"This is why Hiddink took off Fabregas."

"To deal with Leverkusen's defense, you don't need too high passing accuracy."

"Diego Costa is the guarantee of impact!"

At Stamford Bridge, Chelsea's team song rang out!

The football fell near the arc of the penalty area.

Bounced high.

Van Dijk couldn't retreat.

After observing that there were no other Chelsea reinforcements, he blocked Diego Costa's position while raising his hand to direct Jonathan Tah, who was closest to the football, to clear the ball quickly!

A very perfect defensive strategy.

However.

The Dutch center-back was facing the peak Chelsea striker.

The last reliable striker Chelsea had since Drogba retired!

A beastly man who made European defenses tremble.

Diego Costa!

...

Accompanied by the shouts of Stamford Bridge.

Van Dijk fell desperately on the turf.

Jonathan Tah was very slow to accelerate. When he rushed to the ball, just as he was about to clear it, he saw the bloodthirsty Diego Costa.

There was no suspense in the physical contest.

The Chelsea striker had agile footwork that contradicted his strong physique. He stretched out his right leg and firmly controlled the ball.

Ignoring the obstruction of the black center-back.

He launched a fierce rush!

Leverkusen's defense at this time was turned upside down!

Old man Toppmöller was dumbfounded.

Dino opened his mouth wide.

Hiddink trembled all over.

"Too strong!"

"This is the striker that so many teams dream of!"

"Good opportunity!"

"He can shoot!"

Diego Costa's shooting action was very concealed, making it difficult for the goalkeeper to judge the direction of the save.

But unlike Lee Kang.

His leg swing was very small, but he could blast out an extremely domineering shot.

After all, he was a killer who had competed with Messi and Ronaldo for the Golden Boot.

Bang!

It wasn't a thunderous roar.

At the moment Diego Costa completed the shot, a toe poked the football off course.

The football floated out of the baseline.

Like a kite with a broken string.

At Stamford Bridge, sighs were heard everywhere.

Tens of thousands of Chelsea fans regretted the missed shot.

Diego Costa was dumbfounded: This is possible?

When he saw the other player's jersey number clearly.

He was relieved.

He couldn't help but pat Lee Kang's butt and gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh! He can miss that too? That's not Diego Costa's normal level, his shooting skills..."

"Let's take a look at the slow-motion replay..."

"Wonderful! Lee Kang's left foot affected the contact point of the opponent's shot!"

"A contest between two Spanish teammates."

"Unbelievable!"

"Only historical-level defenders like Maldini and Nesta can do this, right?"

"Such a god-level midfielder is too rare! The template closest to him in history is perhaps Gullit?"

Duan Xuan and He Wei tried hard to maintain an objective stance.

On the one hand, they marveled at Lee Kang's magical performance on both ends of the offense and defense.

On the other hand, they felt sorry for his thankless style of play where he had to do everything himself.

....

Lee Kang had never been so tired as he was tonight.

In his vision, Nesta's phantom still refused to dissipate.

The "Red and Black Soul" magnified the super god defender's second personality.

Arrogance.

Sensitivity.

Ferocity.

Nesta was not as "elegant" as the news media described, he had a fiery temper.

....

Sideline.

Old man Toppmöller did not have the joy of surviving a disaster, and sighed: "Every time he returns to the front of the penalty area to defend, he gives up a lot of things..."

Dino nodded vigorously, expressing his agreement, and added: "Lee seems to have discovered the flaws in Chelsea's forward offensive, but unfortunately his teammates can't provide support for counter-attack passing..."

"If the defense can solve the problem independently and complete the counter-attack transition, Lee can completely be in the frontcourt..."

On the other side.

Hiddink looked at the time and gradually became impatient.

Damn it, he had to score two more goals!

....

VIP box.

Abramovich frowned and rambled:

"Leverkusen's coaching team doesn't understand football as well as I do!"

"How can they let a genius like Lee return to the defensive line?"

"Modern football has developed to this day, within the same timeline, if you let the midfielder do the defensive work, you will inevitably lose the good opportunity for counter-attack connection!"

"They are actually letting Lee play such ugly football, it's simply using a golden spoon to eat Eskimo ice cream!"

The staff echoed.

They couldn't help but imagine: If Lee really joined Chelsea, how should they build the team around him?

......

The match time passed minute by minute.

All the spectators became more and more nervous.

Chelsea's offensive method was simple and crude, frantically ravaging Leverkusen's delicate defense.

Van Dijk led the team to retreat into the penalty area.

Lee Kang was active in front of the penalty area, constantly running back and forth to make up for defense, and repeatedly resolved crises.

From God's perspective.

The gaps in Chelsea's high defensive line appeared very frequently.

But he couldn't create counter-attack opportunities in the change of possession and fierce confrontation.

Only because Mikel, Matic, and Ivanovic's counter-attacks were too dense.

Leverkusen's counter-attack connection task was handed over to Çalhanoğlu, who came on as a substitute.

Unfortunately, the core midfielder lost his accurate long passing ability under interference.

A fierce battle.

The extremely intense match intensity caused all of Leverkusen's teammates' physical strength to drain rapidly.

Even Lee Kang himself gradually couldn't keep up with his brain.

"A crumbling defense."

"In positional warfare, the defending players consume more energy."

"Chelsea is just one breath away from scoring."

"Every clearance by Lee Kang is very crucial, but it consumes a lot of physical strength, he is a mobile shield..."

"The match is still full of suspense!"

.....

Livestream.

The audience was extremely anxious.

-[Chelsea are still fighting? It's almost the 80th minute, the current score is 1:2, can they still score two goals to eliminate Leverkusen?]

-[I really hate this kind of scene, Lee Mingdeng should defend like this, Chelsea players should have their will collapse, lose their morale, and give up the match... That's reasonable, I won't watch his matches in the future!]

-[Are you stupid from reading novels? What old routine is that, you can still say such silly things as "lose morale", professional players work for money, the whole world is watching! Try to be lazy?]

...

84th minute of the match.

Bellarabi, who came on as a substitute, defended against Hazard!

But he defended with his hands!

Left side of the front of the penalty area.

Facing the unstoppable Premier League dribbling king, the black forward couldn't help but hug the other party's waist with his hands.

After Hazard fell to the ground.

Bip!

The referee blew his whistle.

"Chelsea has won a free kick opportunity in an excellent position!"

"The tidal wave of offensive has finally brought rewards!"

"Bellarabi received a yellow card for the pulling action."

"Hope still exists at Stamford Bridge!"

....

Sideline.

Old man Toppmöller nervously covered his eyes.

Dino looked tangled: "If Willian takes the free kick... this position is no different from a penalty kick."

The coaching team had carefully studied Chelsea's set-piece characteristics before the match.

They didn't know until they looked.

They were shocked when they saw it.

Willian's free kick hit rate this season is as high as 22%!

On the other side.

Hiddink couldn't sit still, he excitedly walked to the command area.

Looking deeply at the wall in formation.

There's still a chance!

How can Leverkusen stop us!

...

Stamford Bridge fell silent.

Leno stood in the far corner of the goal, directing the wall.

After whispering to each other, Willian and Oscar stood on either side of the football.

Bip!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

Willian moved.

He is the freshest free kick master this season.

Four goals in five Champions League attempts.

A hit rate as high as 80%.

Taking a free kick as a penalty kick.

Novels don't dare to write like this.

Bang!

After a three-step run-up.

The Samba genius's right instep heavily struck the bottom of the football!

In an instant.

Leverkusen players jumped up one after another!

But the football was sticking to the turf, about to pass under the wall!

Lee Kang didn't jump.

In his vision, Nesta's phantom was restless, and Bergkamp's phantom struggled out!

Barrier + Stop the ball!

...

Contrary to everyone's expectations.

Leverkusen's number 10 stepped out with his right leg and intercepted the fast-passing football!

Not a clearance!

An interception!

The football obediently landed fifty centimeters in front of him!

The players on both sides didn't react at all!

"Super god interception?"

"Too terrifying!"

"Chelsea's ground shot came to an abrupt end!"

"Lee Kang!"

Willian hugged his afro, his eyes dull.

What kind of reaction speed is this? De Gea can't do it, right?

Dino pried open old man Toppmöller's fingers.

Hiddink's face was livid.

Abramovich was stunned.

Tens of thousands of spectators at Stamford Bridge were dumbfounded.

....

From God's perspective.

Chelsea's backcourt was like an empty noble garden.

Bang!

Lee Kang dribbled the ball and started accelerating!

Counter-attack?

From in front of his own penalty area, a counter-attack to the opponent's penalty area?

Is it possible?

It is possible!

Bellarabi reacted first.

He sprinted and soon surpassed Lee Kang, who was advancing with the ball.

Mbappe's rise to fame at Monaco in Ligue 1 was not over yet.

In the speed ratings of the top five leagues: Bellarabi is the fastest black player!

Fourth in the world!

A speed of 35.27 kilometers per hour without the ball!!!

....

"Chelsea has invested all its forces in the set-piece attack!"

"Lee Kang is very fast!"

"There's also Bellarabi as a forward connection point!"

"The opponents of the two are only Terry, who is dragging behind the formation!"

"Oh! Willian is catching up!"

Leverkusen fans who had traveled with the team shouted wildly!

They had suffered throughout the entire second half.

At the end of the match, they finally saw hope again!

....

Willian's professional attitude was very correct.

He didn't stay shocked for long.

He used all his strength to catch up with Lee Kang.

Even if he fouled, he had to stop the genius from North Rhine-Westphalia's counter-attack!

He stretched out his hand and barely grabbed the hem of the number 10 jersey.

Bang!

The football had already left Lee Kang's left foot.

Like an arrow.

Fast as the wind.

It passed behind Terry!

The Chelsea center-back immediately turned around, but saw a white-robed black man brush past!

"Bellarabi!"

"One-on-one!"

"Courtois has come out!"

....

Tear!

Willian stood there, a piece of white cloth in his right palm.

He failed to stop Lee Kang's running pace!

The camera zoomed out!

Chelsea's half.

Only three figures could be seen!

Bellarabi, one against two!

....

Thirty-meter area.

The moment Bellarabi touched the ball.

The speed slowed down sharply.

Facing the oncoming Courtois.

He was very nervous.

Terry was still chasing closely behind him.

How can a T2.5 forward play against two T0 defensive players.

Lobs and chips, there's no space.

He has a great physique, but the most criticized thing is his vision and awareness.

His brain was blank.

He couldn't see the environment clearly.

His expression was dull.

Seeing that Courtois was about to destroy the ball!

...

The small halogen egg with an exaggeratedly receding hairline reflected the spotlights of Stamford Bridge.

A flash of inspiration.

A certain picture flashed through his mind!

Yes!

I want to learn from Cazorla!

Although he can't see it!

But Lee will definitely catch up!

...

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

The black long legs swept the ball in front of Courtois's Nike shoes!

"A diagonal pass back?"

"Not a cutback?"

"A waste... beautiful! What vision and football IQ does Bellarabi possess!"

"Lee Kang!"

....

The force given to the football was not great.

But Chelsea's defense had no way to stop it.

In the camera.

The figure of the white-clothed number 10 made all Chelsea fans feel despair.

That was an unhindered position.

It was simply an open goal long shot practice on the training ground!

Old man Toppmöller was so excited that his eyes were red.

Dino looked stunned.

Hiddink maintained the action of raising his glasses, his hands reluctant to let go for a long time.

....

Lee Kang faced the football.

In his vision, no more phantoms of legendary stars appeared.

All negative emotions dissipated.

The shadows in his brain shrank into a black dot.

He was out of strength.

This final blow.

There was no assistance.

His heart was as calm as water.

Bang!

An ordinary instep push!

No exaggerated arc.

No earth-shattering momentum.

No dazzling ball speed.

The football just rolled straight along the turf towards Stamford Bridge's goal.

Courtois couldn't catch up.

He turned around.

Watching Chelsea's proud concrete defense.

Was pierced by an ordinary shot.

...

The football quietly crossed the goal line and stirred up the white net.

Stamford Bridge was silent.

All hope was completely shattered.

It was like a dream again.

Chelsea fans couldn't accept the reality in front of them.

Hiddink didn't know when he sat on the turf.

Abramovich in the VIP box was filled with mixed emotions.

1:3!!!

"A piercing arrow!"

"There is no problem!"

"In the 87th minute of the match, Lee Kang killed the match!"

"According to the away goal rule, Chelsea must score three more goals to advance!"

"Will a miracle happen at Stamford Bridge?"

"Tonight, Lee Kang himself is a miracle!"

"Leverkusen, hold on for the last few minutes, and you can re-enter the Champions League semi-finals!"

"He is the most solid barrier in North Rhine-Westphalia, and also the sharpest blade!"

"Two goals and one assist, creating three goals alone."

"Lee Kang carried Leverkusen to this point, and can go further and further!"

....

Livestream.

Barrages of comments flew across the screen.

-[A big upset!]

-[Chelsea was actually broken through by Lee Kang in the way that Ballack and Lampard did!]

-[What Pjanic and Pogba, step aside, I would like to call Lee Kang the strongest midfielder of the new generation.]

-[Crying, why did Chelsea have to draw Leverkusen! Can't they draw Barca!]

...

Sideline.

Old man Toppmöller and the substitute players hugged each other tightly.

Dino wiped his eyes: "Boss, there's so much sand in London..."

On the other side.

Hiddink sat on the turf, his eyes dull.

No matter how others called out.

He was unwilling to get up.

Wrong.

I was wrong.

The proud Dutch coach was filled with guilt.

.....

VIP box.

The staff were silent.

Abramovich didn't get angry as he usually did.

"Losing is not shameful."

"It's not as bad as you think."

"Let Hiddink return the focus to the Premier League."

......

Bellarabi excitedly put his arm around Lee Kang's shoulder.

"Lee, I had already observed your position!"

"We thought of the same thing!"

The teammates surrounded them.

Leno ran all the way and rushed to the celebration site.

In addition to the celebration.

Everyone seemed to be in a dream.

Even many teammates didn't dream of being so close to the Champions League semi-finals...

....

Ending stage.

Chelsea didn't give up.

They were still frantically attacking Leverkusen's goal.

No one went to calculate how many goals were still needed to advance.

In the 95th minute of the match, the last moment of stoppage time.

Willian kicked an inswinging long shot from the arc of the penalty area and blasted open Leverkusen's goal.

2:3!!!

No celebration.

Stamford Bridge was like a quiet library.

Bip! Bip bip~

Final moment.

The referee blew the whistle to end the match.

Some were happy.

Some were sad.

...

"Leverkusen advanced, Chelsea was eliminated."

"This is the result that most fans didn't expect before the match."

"Football is like this, one side's joy sets off the other side's sadness, and the extreme emotions of human beings are fully reflected and released at this moment."

"Tears were all over Willian's face, Courtois deeply buried his head in his knees, Hazard took a hamburger from the staff, and Cahill gently stroked Azpilicueta's hair."

"Regardless of whether the team you like wins or loses, as long as you have felt what it shows on the field, this match has not been watched in vain."

"Lee Kang and his partners have continued their Champions League journey, they may be going to the Bernabéu, the Etihad, the Camp Nou, the Calderón, Turin, Munich..."

"Bless them, bless this up-and-coming genius midfielder, I hope he can reach the top of the Champions League in his best years and touch the big-eared trophy that countless players dream of!"

He Wei had prepared two drafts long ago.

He thought that Little Lee would be eliminated, and he planned to be very sentimental.

Duan Xuan was a little annoyed, he couldn't get a word in.

....

Lee Kang was exhausted and lay on the turf.

The wind from the Thames River was blowing on his white jersey.

Looking at the night sky dotted with stars.

It was as if he was in a dream.